Bungy - 18/2/07

Fifty metre plummet head first into a river
The palms are getting sticky, the body starts to shiver
Trying to find some inner calm, convince myself it's ok
If i'm ever gonna jump then it has to be today
It's just all about putting my trust in the hands
Of a couple of kiwis with a big elastic band
This is one thing in the world I never thought i'd do
Now i'm signing my life away at the front of the queue!
There's 4 of us here and peer pressure's kicked in
Now reality bites, I could do with a gin
I decide to go first, and it's time to go jumping
My snippet is twitching, I can feel my heart pumping
The boys strap me up and do the final checks
And the god's honest truth, I am shitting my kecks
Walk out to the edge and smile for the flash
Is it really too late to make a mad dash?
Then it's 3,2,1 bungy and I leap from the top
Completely convinced that my heart's about to stop
I make the first bounce and get flung to the skies
And eventually remember to open my eyes
My body is stiff but my heads coming round
As I hurtle back down to the lake and the ground
At last I take in what i've just bloody done
Welcome to New Zealand, the journey's just begun!

The Kiwi Experience - 4/3/07

New Zealand in the Summer is a joy to behold
A place for adrenaline junkies and a place to grow old
The scenery envelops you and leaves you in awe
With each corner you turn you have to pick up your jaw
There's so much open space, so much natural beauty
That you just have to explore, it's your god given duty
With mountains and lakes, rivers, glaciers and the coast
Ski slopes and volcanos, so much scope to boast
It's bewildering that there's only 4 million people here
I guess the only problem is there's nothing else near
So the kids flock to Europe and Oz to find employment
Seeking bright lights and big cities to arouse their enjoyment
The kiwis are renowned for their traveling desire
Broadening horizons, injecting life into the fire
But a few years pulling pints in a walkabout bar
And their done with their travels in lands from afar
As soon as the bell strikes on the old body clock
It's back to the motherland to work on the flock
And in this land of plenty where doors are left open
Neighbours know each other and so few laws are broken
there is no better place to bring up a child
And so many great spaces to let them run wild
So if anyone fancies a spacious, cheap simple life
Then sprint over here, but i'd bring your own wife!